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Talk is Cheap, Roses are Beautiful (Part 2 of 2)

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Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Chuuya typical swearing

Summary: After two weeks of having no real time to explore this new relationship, Dazai and Chuuya make time.

Part One

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Dazai and Chuuya’s last... rendezvous. They’d both been swamped with work in the time in between, from Chuuya having to manage issues in the Port Mafia, cleaning up messes, managing supply chains, breaking down enemies, not to mention he’s had to work so closely with the ADA regarding this whole Fyodor situation. You’d think since he was working so closely with the organization that Dazai worked for, they’d get at least a few minutes alone, but you’d be wrong, they were being run ragged and any moments they did have together were spent in relative silence, watching a movie or just relaxing/attempting to relax, both too exhausted to do anything even remotely frisky. Now it wasn’t that Chuuya hadn’t gone through dry spells before, he didn’t need sex, it wasn’t something that drove his actions or his existence, but god damn, when he’d said raincheck, he didn’t mean raincheck in 6 months, or however long this whole situation was going to take.

But today was different, today was a rare day where he was home early, and not only that, but he was relatively well rested too, perhaps even had a bit of a pep in his step, perky one might even say, because it was the perfect time to make good on that raincheck. Dazai had been incredibly forgiving, with not having the time to really spend together, not having the opportunity to explore... whatever was developing between them, he’d been handling it very well. 18-year-old Dazai would have thrown far more temper tantrums, he would have stomped his feet and demanded that they make time, but older Dazai was far from that, he was behaving like an adult, for the first time in his adult life. But Chuuya was determined not to make him wait any longer. He made a promise that night, the night they had their first kiss, the night he’d decided he wanted whatever Dazai was willing to give him, he made a promise that this was no fluke, that it wasn’t just going to be a one-time thing; if they were going to do this, they were going to do it correctly, and they were going to do it for real.

When did Chuuya even develop these feelings, he’d asked himself shortly after he’d left to deal with the business that had pulled him away from Dazai’s lips and away from what would have no doubt been a very sleepless night for the best of reasons. Thinking back, he wasn’t sure when he’d stopped looking at Dazai with distain and started really seeing the boy, now man, underneath. He guessed it was some time before Dazai deserted, 16, 17 maybe, probably around the dragonhead conflict, but he didn’t really know. All he knew now was while he still got unreasonably pissed at Dazai and while Dazai still managed to grind into him in the ways only he could, it sparked more of a feeling of hateful endearment as opposed to just straight up hate like it used to. Maybe it’s because he’d learned just how Dazai communicated around that time, he’d learned how to really speak his language. And while teenage Dazai was certainly much more of a different animal than he is now, he still communicated the same, through gestures, actions instead of words. Dazai may say one thing, but what he’s doing will say something completely different, his words may be lies, but his actions are always the truth.

Chuuya sighed when he heard the click of his door unlock. This time he was determined, his phone was going away, in a drawer, maybe even turned off, because there was no way he was accepting any interruptions tonight, Mori could wait. Step one of plan: Date night so he can finally fuck his maybe boyfriend... The title is a work in progress, was to clean. He normally kept his place pretty clean, but with the absolute bullshit of the last two weeks, not to mention the fact that Dazai has been spending quite a bit of time in the apartment and that man can't keep a place clean to save his life, it was certainly in need of some work.

He found numerous shirts, all belonging to Dazai, just strewn about the living room, because apparently the mackerel has never heard of a clothes hamper, a few empty pizza boxes, because under no circumstances was he going to cook the last two weeks and under no circumstances was Dazai allowed near his kitchen without supervision. Could Dazai cook, mostly, however, he was also prone to experimenting in the kitchen and Chuuya liked his apartment not burned to the ground. He tossed any of Dazai’s clothes he found into the laundry room, he was going to teach that man how to do laundry if it killed him and made quick work of the pizza boxes and any other pieces of trash he found. He spent an ungodly amount of time organizing his throw pillows, don’t ask him why, call it nerves. Then it was time to move to the bedroom, the, hopefully, mainstage for tonight. More of Dazai’s discarded clothing, seriously did he just throw his clothes random places when he changed? Some of his own clothes that hadn't quite made it to the laundry hamper due to sheer exhaustion and that being far too long a walk across the room. He took extra special care in making the bed, despite the fact it would just be ruined later, but it had to look nice for now. It had too! He perched and fluffed pillows, pulled out his best duvet and made sure there were plenty of blankets to use as needed. He ensured he had plenty of the necessities in his bedside table, lube, condoms, the such. He may or may not have spent a little too long cleaning the ensuite bathroom as nerves began to climb up his throat, he was about to, attempt, to woo Dazai into having sex with him, those were certainly words he never thought he’d be even thinking to himself, but here he was.

Things had changed the moment he kissed Dazai, they wouldn’t be able to go back to the way things were, but this is big, after this they really couldn’t go back, it was crossing a line in the sand that Chuuya wasn’t even aware had been drawn until he started toeing it. Chuuya liked to think he handled change well, he was adaptable, it’s what made him a great executive and a great leader, but this was about as big of a change as he could imagine. However, he was determined, and there was no turning tail now. Taking a deep breath, it was time to enact the next part of the plan, the part that involved getting Dazai from the ADA office to inside Chuuya’s apartment, which sure, if Chuuya waited long enough eventually Dazai would probably find his own way to Chuuya’s apartment, like he always did after work, but that could be hours and Chuuya wanted him there now. He couldn’t just call or text him, what was he going to say, ‘hey leave work early and come over I wanna have sex’? Like, sure, it would probably get him there pretty damn quick, but Chuuya would also never hear the end of it.

“My dog was so needy he pulled his master away from his important work early just so he could come and fuck you? How naughty.” He could hear Dazai’s words in his head. Absolutely not. Dazai had enough canon fodder to use against him in terms of embarrasing content, he didn’t need to add that to the list. That would also force Dazai to explain to his coworkers who was on the phone and why he had to leave, which while that would be hilarious on Chuuya’s part, they hadn’t told anyone about the new development in their relationship, and he certainly wasn’t going to reveal it to the ADA like that. No, he needed something more subtle, more Dazai like. As he was thinking, he ventured back into his living room, where his eyes caught the vase of flowers Dazai had placed their two weeks ago, they were wilting and were approaching their expiration date, but it gave Chuuya an idea. A message that would be subtle, that only Dazai would understand. He had the perfect thing.

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Saying Dazai was frustrated was an understatement, although he hid it well, he was buzzing inside, the nonstop bouncing of his knee under his desk an indicator of his agitation. Two weeks, two whole weeks of celibacy, which that on his own wasn’t much, Dazai went months, years even without sex and it never bothered him before, but this involved Chuuya and suddenly Dazai’s libido was through the roof! The last two weeks had left both himself and Chuuya exhausted and nowhere near in the condition to fool around, all he could do was find himself in Chuuya’s apartment after every excruciating day, curling up with him on his couch or in his bed, never doing anything beyond innocent kisses, maybe a hand under Chuuya’s sleep shirt to feel his warm skin. Now, Dazai had been eyeing Chuuya for years, since they were teenagers, and he’d never been this high strung during all that time, so what was different this time? Well, this time Dazai new Chuuya wanted it too, he knew his feelings were reciprocated and reciprocated strongly, which made the knowledge that they were in no place to indulge in their desires even more excruciating.

However, there was one sliver of light in his gloomy darkness, the fact that today had been less than exhausting, for him at least, he had no idea how Chuuya was fairing. If he was lucky, Chuuya was in a similar state, and when Dazai found himself standing in Chuuya’s apartment that night, perhaps they could finally make good on that raincheck. Dazai felt excitement rise in his chest at the thought.

“You think too loudly.” Ranpo deadpanned from where he sat near Dazai, he spoke just loud enough that only Dazai could hear him, not drawing the attention of any of the other members of the ADA, who were all ingulfed in their own work. Work which Dazai had plenty of, but even if he wanted to do it, he was in no mental state to get it done.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dazai quipped back, quieting his bouncing leg for a moment, only to keep Ranpo from figuring out what was really going on, not that he thought it would help however, the sleuth probably already figured it out the second Dazai walked in that morning.

“You’re awfully giddy today,” Ranpo said around the lollipop in his mouth, the sweet treat impairing some of his speech. “Got plans after work?” He asked in a far too knowing voice for Dazai’s comfort. He took care in schooling his expression, couldn’t have the ADA knowing he was daydreaming about sleeping with the enemy, not that he thought Ranpo particularly cared, Dazai was well aware of his affections for a certain raccoon owning writer.

“Nothing particularly interesting.” Dazai supplied.

“Hm,” Ranpo mused. “Maybe I should tell Chuuya how ‘not particularly interesting’ he is.” Damn it. Ranpo looked smug, far too smug and it made Dazai’s insides churn.

“I... may have plans... tonight.” Dazai caved. If it were anyone else, he’d entertain the game of cat and mouse a little longer, but one, this was Ranpo, there was no point and two, Dazai was hardly in the headspace to come up with an interesting lie.

Ranpo looked pleased with himself. “Well remember to use protection.” Dazai choked, drawing the attention of Kunikida to his desk.

“Don’t you be trying to die on the clock, Dazai.” Kunikida sounded utterly exasperated. “The agency is not paying for your funeral.”

“Don’t be so rude Kunikida, you know you’d miss my devilish charms.” Dazai teased, feigning the innocence everyone knew didn’t exist.

“Hardly -” Kunikida started before a knock on the door interrupted his no doubt long winded explanation as to why Dazai was a terrible partner, and he would in fact not miss him (Yes, he would).

Tanizaki stood to greet whoever was kind enough to interrupt what would have been a painfully long rant from Kunikida. Beyond the door stood the same delivery boy from two weeks prior, another package in his hands. “Delivery for Dazai Osamu.” He stated plainly, stepping into the office and approaching Dazai.

“Another one? Who is sending you all these packages, Dazai?” Atsushi asked as Dazai once again signed for the package before trading the clipboard for the long parcel.

“It seems someone has become besotted with me, hardly surprising, I am quite charming after all.” Dazai spoke theatrically, the cardboard package held close to his chest.

“You? Charming?” Kunikida asked, a disbelieving look plastered to his stern face, his tone arising an unamused expression from his partner.

“You wouldn’t understand, Kunikida, the effect I have on women.” Dazai heard Ranpo snort a laugh somewhere to his left, which he chose to ignore as he popped open the seal on the cardboard box, an identical wooden case falling out of it to the one Chuuya had sent him two weeks ago. How very unexpected indeed.

“It’s another one of those wooden boxes, do you think there’s another flower in it?” Naomi questioned as the office quietly waited for Dazai to open the case. No doubt there would be, Dazai just wondered what the reason could possibly be to send such a gift. He swiftly unclasped the latch holding the case shut and opened it to reveal a single vibrant red Tulip, a red bow tied around the stem. Dazai felt a smile make its way onto his lips, it seems his dog wished to send a very specific message.

“A Tulip.” Yosano observed from over Dazai’s shoulder. “How odd. Sweet I guess, but wouldn’t a better flower be a Rose?” She asked.

“Welp! Seems I’ve finished all of my work for the day!” Dazai exclaimed, standing abruptly.

“Fini- You haven’t even started your work Dazai!” Kunikida shouted as Dazai collected his belongings for the day. “And the day is only half over where do you think you’re going?!”

Dazai was halfway out the door. “Important business to attend to, Kunikida, see you tomorrow!” and with that he was gone, leaving the entire ADA office befuddled with whatever the hell just happened. Well, everyone except Ranpo, who sat sucking on another lollipop contentedly doing his own work.

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It was perfect, a message only Dazai would understand, at least Chuuya hoped he would understand it. Maybe he should have written a note. Then again what was he supposed to write? “Please come over and fuck me”? Absolutely not. There was no way Dazai wouldn’t get it, and knowing him, he’d probably be walking through the door any minute, Chuuya thought as he stood under the stream of water in his shower. It was hot, soaking his already overly warm skin. His heart was racing, this was it, tonight was the night, and everything was going to change. He felt like a schoolboy about to lose his virginity, it wasn’t like he’d never had sex before, he had, plenty of times... just not with Dazai, and honestly, he was a little nervous, which is what prompted him into the shower. Everything had to be perfect, he repeated that in his head as he scrubbed his skin. Any minute now Dazai would walk through his front door and the night would begin and probably wouldn’t end until the small hours of the morning. Chuuya took a deep breath to calm his nerves before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, pulling a towel around his waist and drying off. He slipped into a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants, things that were easy to take off and comfortable over his too hot body.

When he walked through the door back into his bedroom, everything was quiet, but there was something off, and there was something on the bed that certainly hadn't been there before Chuuya got in the shower. A single red rose lay delicately in the center of the bed, a note tied to the ribbon around its stem. He plucked the rose from its resting place on his duvet, unfolding the note in his hand to read its contents, it was one word, a word that simultaneously managed to make Chuuya’s heart race and his blood boil. ‘Fetch’ it said. He sighed.

“You said I should leave a note.” Dazai’s voice whispered just beyond the shell of his ear, two slender hands coming to grasp at his hips from behind, an amused huff against his neck.

“You’re right, I set the bar too low.” Chuuya retorted, though he relaxed into the chest behind him. How did this man manage to be simultaneously endearing and infuriating?

“Hm,” Dazai hummed, placing a chaste kiss to Chuuya’s throat. “But you didn’t leave a note on the flower you sent today.” he whispered, Chuuya felt the shiver run up his spine at the contact.

“Figured the flower would be message enough.” Chuuya said lowly. “Tell me mister flower whisperer, what do red Tulips mean?”

The grip around his waist tightened, pulling Chuuya further into Dazai’s chest; he was warm. “I could tell you, "he said, tongue darting out to lick at the shell of Chuuya’s ear, pulling the tiniest of gasps from the mafioso. “but it would be so much more fun to show you.” Chuuya didn't respond, only tilting his head to look behind him, allowing Dazai to connect their lips in tender, yet passionate kiss, one that nearly made his knees buckle underneath him, suddenly grateful for Dazai’s grip on his hips to keep him grounded.

“Time for that raincheck.” Chuuya murmured against Dazai’s lips as he turned in his grasp, allowing him to properly face the taller man, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him down further, licking at the seam of Dazai’s lips, requesting entrance, which was gladly given. Dazai tasted of bourbon and cinnamon and something distinctly Dazai. He explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing every part, committing his taste to memory as he licked at the roof of his mouth. Dazai sighed into the kiss, his hands finding their way under Chuuya’s shirt to press flat against his back, pulling him closer.

“You have a lot of making up to do, making me wait so long.” Dazai pouted as Chuuya broke the kiss to trail kisses down Dazai’s throat, stopping only when he reached the bandages around his neck, he sucked at the sensitive spot just under his jaw, leaving a mark he’d be pleased to see still there in the morning.

“Poor baby,” Chuuya teased, turning them around so he could push Dazai toward the bed. “Want me to kiss it better?” The words felt strange coming out of his own mouth. Dazai’s knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing him down into a sitting position on top of the duvet. Before Dazai could respond, Chuuya took his mouth in another kiss, one that said stop talking and let me work. Chuuya lowered himself to his knees before his former partner, hands on either of his thighs, and if he hadn't been paying such devoted attention to Dazai, he may have missed the small hitch in his breath as he watched Chuuya lower to the ground. Chuuya still felt the nerves under his skin, but he also felt the knot of arousal deep in his core, the red-hot heat of his blood in his veins as his fingers found the clasp of Dazai’s belt. He kept his hands steady as he unclasped the leather belt, pulling it from the loops of Dazai’s pants before tossing it somewhere behind him. He could feel Dazai’s desire to make some quip, and internally thanked him for keeping his mouth shut.

Chuuya’s hands became a little less steady when it came to actually unbuttoning Dazai’s pants, just a slight tremble, but one that apparently Dazai could recognize as he lifted one of his hands, threading his fingers through copper hair, coursing a wave of calm through Chuuya’s body. This is Dazai, he’s fought and almost died beside this man more times than he could count, Dazai has seen him at his worst and still chose him, still wanted to be here with him, wanted to be vulnerable with him. Chuuya’s hands steadied as Dazai carded his long fingers through his still slightly damp hair. Without another thought, Chuuya popped the button of Dazai’s pants, coaxing the man above him to shift forward ever so slightly to give Chuuya better access, in the process also allowing him to pull the waistband down just enough to expose the tent in his boxers. Chuuya felt a wave of pride wash over him, he did this, got Dazai to this point. With a new boost of confidence, Chuuya pulled down the waistband of Dazai’s boxers, allowing his erection to spring free. Chuuya paused for just a moment before wrapping a hand around the base and giving the slightest squeeze, pulling subsequently the most intoxicating groan he’d ever heard from Dazai’s lips. Dazai supported himself on one hand on the bed while his other tightened in Chuuya’s hair, a good sign. This was comfortable territory, despite the fact that Chuuya had never been in this particular position with Dazai, he was very confident in his ability to give one mind melting blowjob, not that Dazai was aware of that particular fact. A wave of excitement at what sounds he could draw from the genius investigator’s lips filled him.

Leaning forward, Chuuya gave the slightest kitten lick to the tip, Dazai taking a sharp breath in response. Chuuya smirked as he became bolder, giving one long lick from the base all the way to the tip before taking the head into his mouth, closing his eyes as he memorized the taste, but only for a moment, opening them to find Dazai staring down at him in awe. Dazai’s slender fingers came to push a stray strand of hair out of Chuuya’s face before he began to sink down lower, never breaking eye contact. Dazai’s lips opened slightly as a desperate whine fell from them. Dazai fell back onto one elbow, his other hand tight in Chuuya’s hair. Going down as far as he could, which was pretty damn far given Chuuya’s lack of a gag reflex, and sliding up slowly, pressing his tongue up against the underside of Dazai’s cock before letting it fall from his lips with a satisfying pop. He looked up at Dazai with an amused look.

“What? No quip about giving a dog a bone?” Chuuya teased, stroking his hand up and down the shaft, lubricated by his saliva.

“You said it, not me.” Dazai gasped out before Chuuya returned to his task, sucking hard on the head, gliding his tongue over the slit, giving a flick of his wrist as he sank down again, this time taking more than he previously could, and the noise he ripped from Dazai’s throat was downright pornographic and would be ingrained in Chuuya’s brain for the rest of his days. Dazai’s hips jerked forward, pushing the head of his cock deeper into Chuuya’s throat, which he quickly adjusted to, only pulling back to take a breath before sinking down again.

“I feel like, hah, I should be jealous,” Dazai paused to release a low moan as Chuuya hollowed his cheeks as he slid his mouth up his shaft again. “that you’re so good at this.”

“Upset that someone besides you has had their cock in my mouth?” Chuuya teased after popping off again, supplementing for his mouth with the tight grip of his hand. “I haven't even gotten warmed up yet.” The hand in his hair tightened again, pulling rough enough to pull Chuuya’s head to the side, pulling a sigh from his lips.

“No,” Dazai grinned down at his former partner, a dark look encompassing his eyes. “Because it’ll only be my cock in your mouth from now on.” He said, pulling Chuuya forward by his hair to retake his cock into his mouth, which he obliged happily. Chuuya felt a pang of arousal at Dazai’s words, they were claiming words and they screamed ‘you're mine’. He put new vigor into shoving Dazai down his throat, taking him almost to the base before giving a little hum, reveling in the full body shudder above him paired with the low moan. Chuuya could spend all night here, pulling all of these noises from Dazai’s lips, finding out just what sounds he could make. He moved faster, feeling as Dazai started to approach the edge, he sucked hard at the head, laving over the slit with his tongue before sliding back down and doing it all over again. Dazai was panting above him now, grip near painful in Chuuya’s hair but he didn't mind, his only goal to shove Dazai over that edge, watch him topple into ecstasy, and he got his wish as Dazai started moaning what sound like Chuuya’s name, a sound which he imagined he’d never get tired of hearing, before he felt the first spurt of Dazai’s release on his tongue. Chuuya moaned as Dazai came down his throat, taking everything Dazai gave him. With a tug of his hair, Chuuya was pulled off Dazai’s softening cock, he let it fall from his lips as he rose to straddle Dazai’s hips, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips, shoving his tongue into his mouth as Dazai’s hands came to grip his hips, moving to grope at his thighs as Chuuya licked into his mouth.

“So worth the lecture I’m going to get from Kunikida tomorrow.” Dazai said as he quickly switched their positions, moving so Chuuya was lying flat on the bed, Dazai positioned comfortably between his legs as he kissed him again, Chuuya’s hands coming up to tangle into his brown hair to pull him closer. Chuuya smiled into the kiss as Dazai’s hands once again began to explore under his shirt, pushing the fabric up and bunching around his chest before Chuuya lifted his arms to allow him to slide it up and off before tossing it somewhere in the room. Dazai lowered his lips to Chuuya’s neck, sucking dark marks down the length of his throat, nipping at the flesh occasionally as his fingers skimmed over his skin, finally coming to graze over his nipples, pulling a gasp from Chuuya’s lips, a gasp which had Dazai giving a smile of his own. “Sensitive?”

“Shut up.” Was all Chuuya said as Dazai made his way lower, taking one of his hardened nipples into his mouth, swirling around the bud with his tongue. Chuuya arched his back into the sensation, hands returning to Dazai’s hair, tangling deep inside of it. Dazai give the slightest nip to the tender flesh, ripping a moan from Chuuya’s throat. Dazai, once deciding he’d paid enough attention to one nipple, moved on to the other, providing the same treatment, reveling in Chuuya’s arching back at the sensations. Dazai’s hands glided down Chuuya’s sides, resulting in a sharp intake of breath from the man below him.

“Is Chuuya ticklish too?” Dazai teased again, flitting his fingers across Chuuya’s skin, rewarded with a gasp as the man below him squirmed from his touch, hands coming up to grip his own and pause his movements.

“Don't you dare.” Chuuya threatened, but there was hardly any bite behind it. Dazai gave a breathy chuckle as he descended down Chuuya’s torso, giving kitten licks and nips all the way down his front, memorizing the minute reactions the man had, a hitch in his breath, a spasm of hard muscle underneath his silken skin. Dazai found the scar on the left side of his abdomen, approximately one inch in width, the only physical remnants of Chuuya’s time with The Sheep, a blade laced with rat poison and a scar that he would carry the rest of his life. Dazai kissed the mark, it was a memory of a bygone age.

Chuuya wasn’t a patient person, he never has been, but he found himself preening under Dazai’s attention, every kiss he placed on his skin, every touch, every soft bite left him breathless. Before, sex was always just get in, get out and be done with it, it was quick and usually rough and usually with people Chuuya wasn’t overly interested in, he imagined Dazai was in quite the same boat, while he wasn’t explicitly familiar with Dazai’s sexual history, he knew Dazai wasn’t unexperienced, but doubted he often took such a leisurely pace.

“How long has it been?” Dazai asked suddenly.

“You need to be more specific.” Chuuya responded back.

Dazai placed a searing kiss on Chuuya’s hip bone, just above the waistband of his pants. “How long has it been since someone has touched you like this?” Oh.

Chuuya could lie, say he did this all the time, that his last good fuck was just last week and it was amazing and Dazai had a lot to live up to, and maybe if he were younger he would say that, just to get a rise out of the man above him, but instead, “Months,” He confessed. “I lost count of how many.” Dazai hummed. “You?” Chuuya asked. How long had it been since Dazai had let someone get this close to him?

“Unlike you, I’m not so promiscuous.” He mocked, earning a half serious kick to his side, his hand came back to wrap around the back of Chuuya’s knee, hiking his leg up around his hip, pulling Chuuya infinitely closer. “Not anymore, at least,” he finally confessed, a teasing smile on his lips. “Not since joining the Agency.” Chuuya paused. It’s been literal years for Dazai, years since he’s allowed anyone this close, years since he’s allowed himself to be vulnerable, even if just for the few minutes it took for a quick fuck. Chuuya found his fingers carding through Dazai’s thick hair, occasionally catching on a rogue knot, loosening it before continuing his efforts.

“Never took you as one for celibacy.” It was a gentle tease, one that held no heat.

“And you just had to be the one to go and ruin my good behavior, huh?” Dazai teased back before planting a kiss over the tent in Chuuya’s pants, earning a hiss from the man below him. Chuuya had forgotten just how hard he was under Dazai’s attentive touch.

“Good behavior doesn’t suit you.” Chuuya breathed out as Dazai began the task of pulling the waistband of Chuuya’s pants over his hips and down his thighs until they, like his shirt, were discarded somewhere in the room, leaving him bare to the man before him.

“Naughty Chuuya, not wearing underwear.” Dazai teased, a smile on his lips as he placed a kiss on Chuuya’s inner thigh, following it with a nip of his teeth.

“Figured we wouldn't be needing them.” Chuuya supplied back as he let Dazai push his legs apart, trailing burning kisses up his inner thighs, sucking dark marks into his soft skin that he knew would last for days, a reminder that Dazai had been there, staked his claim on Chuuya’s heated flesh. Now Chuuya was beginning to feel that familiar impatience, the need for Dazai to move, do anything, provide him with some sort of relief. “Dazai,” he said, and if anyone ever asked, he’d deny how much it sounded like a plea.

“Hmm? Need something, Chuuya?” Dazai asked smugly, sitting up to rid himself of his vest before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt, tossing his bolo tie to join his vest on the floor.

“Bastard.”

“That’s not a request Chuuya, that’s just an insult.” Chuuya should have known Dazai would be a massive tease, it was written all over him. But Dazai yielded, laying himself down comfortably once again between Chuuya’s legs, placing a hand on the inside of his freshly bruised thigh, pushing his legs a little further apart as he laid a searing kiss at the base of Chuuya’s hardened erection, earning a sharp gasp. He continued the trail of his lips lower until he laved his tongue over Chuuya’s entrance, finally earning a true moan from the man below him. He gave small kitten licks to the rim before setting to work pressing inside, Chuuya’s hands gripping at Dazai’s hair as he gasped. Dazai scraped his nails down the back of Chuuya’s thighs as he continued his onslaught with his mouth, taking care in being thorough as he licked his lover open. Looking up, he memorized the sight of Chuuya with his eyes closed and his back arched as Dazai pressed deeper, as deep as he could physically get, however, he was only just beginning as he increased his pace, preening at the sound of Chuuya’s broken moans. He’d love to spend hours with is head between Chuuya’s thighs, memorizing every sound he could pull out of the mafia executive, reducing him to gasps and whines as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of him with just his mouth, but that would be a task for a different day, perhaps tomorrow. Pulling away he licked a hot stripe up Chuuya’s cock to the head, taking the head into his mouth and sucking hard, one of Chuuya’s hands coming up to muffle his resulting sob. He gave a few bobs of his head before pulling off completely, reaching over to Chuuya’s bedside table, where he’d found the lube earlier while he was snooping around while Chuuya was in the shower, and pulled the bottle out. Squeezing a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers, Dazai returned his attention to Chuuya’s entrance, gently pushing one finger past the ring of muscle, watching Chuuya’s every reaction as he did, paying attention for any signs of pain as he pushed deeper, when he saw none, he leaned forward, pressing a passionate kiss to Chuuya’s lips as he added a second finger. The subsequent moan that Chuuya released allowed Dazai to slip his tongue into his lover's mouth as he scissored his fingers before beginning to thrust them in and out. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated around Chuuya’s gasps as his hands came up to clutch at any piece of Dazai he could find, pulling the man closer as he spread his legs further, pushing down onto Dazai’s long fingers.

It took some exploring, but eventually Dazai found the bundle of nerves that had Chuuya digging his nails into his skin through his shirt and letting out the most pornographic moan Dazai had ever heard. He abused the spot, rubbing over Chuuya’s prostate over and over, swallowing every moan, every gasp and every sob as he got closer and closer to his peak. At this point Chuuya was meeting every thrust of Dazai’s fingers with a downward thrust of his own, trying to get them deeper. Gingerly, Dazai added a third finger, stretching Chuuya wide before once again descending his body, taking his leaking cock into his mouth once more as he continued to thrust his fingers roughly. He had to use his free hand to hold Chuuya’s hips down the best he could to keep him from thrusting into his mouth and gagging him. He sucked hard on the head and took him as far as he could before he choked, hollowing his cheeks on the upstroke, pairing a particularly rough suck with an equally rough strike to Chuuya’s prostate, and the man below him nearly wailed, arching his back so far it seemed painful as he released into Dazai’s mouth, who took it happily and swallowed everything he was given, continuing his abuse of Chuuya’s prostate as he came down from his first high of the evening.

Chuuya’s gasps were stuttered as he pulled Dazai up and off his cock by his hair, squirming away from his touch due to oversensitivity. Dazai pulled his fingers away and placed a searing kiss to Chuuya’s hip, moving up his body once more to kiss him properly.

Chuuya caught his breath, tangling his fingers through Dazai’s now far less kempt hair. Slowly, he slid his fingers down Dazai’s neck, over his shoulders to find the remaining buttons of his shirt, pulling them open before Dazai allowed him to slip the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it away. His fingers found the edge of Dazai’s bandages, and he paused, before he could ask, Dazai’s own fingers found his, reaching to pull at the first strip of cloth, unsecuring it and letting it fall. Dazai sat up on his knees as Chuuya followed, pressing a tender kiss to Dazai’s lips as he worked to unravel him, exposing skin that in so many years of knowing each other, Chuuya had never seen, he never considered he may one day see.

The last strip of cloth from Dazai’s torso hit the floor, only then did Chuuya allow himself to really look. He knew he’d see scars, some self-inflicted, many inflicted by years of conflict and the Port Mafia. His fingers traced the long diagonal scar that stretched from Dazai’s left shoulder to his right hip, a remnant of their fight with Randou, the beginning of their partnership. Many of the scars that marred Dazai’s flesh Chuuya could recognize, remember when they were gotten, though some were newer, like the obvious bullet wound from Fyodor’s sniper, entered through Dazai’s back and exited through his abdomen, Chuuya pressed his lips to the mark, feeling Dazai’s body shudder under his touch. He paid close attention to every scar he could find, pressing a kiss to each one before he found is lips once again attached to Dazai’s throat, sucking a dark mark where his bandages used to cover, he sucked harshly, he wanted to make sure the evidence lasted far past just tonight, and when it started to fade, he’d replace it.

Once again Chuuya found his hands at Dazai’s waistband, pushing his pants down his thighs to be discarded like the rest of their clothes, the cloth bandages there receiving the same treatment as the ones on his torso, falling to the ground slowly as Chuuya unwrapped more and more of his lover. Dazai’s body trembled as he once again pulled Chuuya into a mind dizzying kiss as he coaxed Chuuya into laying back down, climbing over him once more, Chuuya resting his head on plush pillows as Dazai’s hand once again found the bottle of lube. He reached over to the bedside table again, pulling open the drawer and retrieving one of the condoms stashed inside. He opened the foil package, stretching the condom over his revived aching cock before adding a generous amount of extra lube. He caught Chuuya in a kiss as he positioned himself at his entrance, slowly pushing the head inside, paying attention to Chuuya’s every response. The smaller man bringing his arms up, wrapping them tightly around Dazai’s broad shoulders, gasping into the kiss as Dazai pushed deeper, slowly filling him until he was fully seated inside, splitting Chuuya open in the most delicious of ways.

Dazai held still for a moment, allowing Chuuya to adjust before he gave a gentle thrust, pulling out only slightly before reentering, choking back his own moan as Chuuya’s breath hitched. His next move was more confident, pulling out further before sliding back in a little faster, Chuuya mewling into his mouth as he repeated the motion. Soon, he was pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in, a hand moving to Chuuya’s hip to hold him steady as he repeated the thrust again. Attempting to continue their kiss was useless with Chuuya’s repeated gasps and moans as Dazai thrust into him. His legs came to wrap around Dazai’s hips, pulling him closer as he quickened his pace again.

“I won't, hah-” Chuuya gasped as he spoke when Dazai landed a perfect thrust into his prostate. “I won't break, Osamu.” Chuuya dug his nails into Dazai’s shoulders. “Harder.” Dazai didn’t need to be told twice, he let go of Chuuya’s hip to grab his wrists, pinning Chuuya’s hands above his head as he gave a particularly rough thrust directly into the spot that made Chuuya see stars and suck in a near painful breath. He continued his pace, aiming every thrust perfectly as he ripped higher pitched moans out of Chuuya’s throat.

Chuuya was dizzying, the sensation of being inside of him, surrounded by him on all sides, Dazai found it hard to catch his breath as he quickened his pace, leaning down to suck more dark bruises along Chuuya’s neck and chest. He was in ecstasy, unable to control the sounds coming from his own throat as his movements began to stutter slightly. He wanted to spend every day like this, buried to the hilt inside this man, memorizing the noises he made, pulling more out of him. He wanted to spend the time to memorize every inch of Chuuya’s body with his lips, wanted to leave him incoherent and sated, wanted to be the only one to make him feel this way. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Dazai pressed a harsh kiss to Chuuya’s lips, swallowing his moans and trying to convey every word he didn’t know how to say. Every apology, every ‘I love you’, every praise.

Chuuya clenched around him, getting closer and closer to the edge. Dazai wanted mothing more than to watch as he spilled over it. He wasn’t sure when Chuuya’s name started to fall from his lips as they separated just enough for their lips to graze with every word. The words clawed their way up Dazai’s throat, he couldn’t stop them if he wanted to. “I love you.” He gasped, the words plummeting from his lips over and over again as his thrusts quickened. Chuuya arched into Dazai’s chest, his wrists released from Dazai’s grip and his arms coming up to wrap around Dazai’s neck, burying his face there as his orgasm hit him, spilling over his stomach and chest, Dazai’s own name incorporated into the litany of moans from his lips. Dazai’s pace stuttered as Chuuya constricted around him, seemingly wanting to trap him inside. He wrapped his arms around Chuuya’s middle as he felt his own high wash over him, cumming into the condom as he held Chuuya tight against his body as he rode it out.

Eventually he came to a stop, desperately trying to catch his breath as Chuuya did the same. It was silent for a moment before he gingerly pulled out, collapsing onto his back beside Chuuya. He discarded the condom and let himself rest, his brain desperately trying to process the events that had just passed. The silence stretched on until he felt Chuuya move beside him. Turning his head, his brown eyes locked with vibrant blue, blue that reminded him of the ocean, and how badly he wished to drown inside those blue eyes. Chuuya pressed closer, invading Dazai’s space, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, murmuring an “I love you, too.” against his lips. Dazai felt his heart in his throat at the words, a warm feeling flowing through his veins as he pulled Chuuya yet closer. Soon, the new atmosphere, as pleasant as it was, became suffocating, it was so new, and it seemed Chuuya could sense Dazai’s anxiety as he opened his mouth the speak again.

“Now I have to take another shower, asshole.” He snarked.

“What a coincidence,” Dazai chirped, happy to return to their typical bickering as he wrapped his octopus limbs around Chuuya’s smaller body. “So do I! Let's do it together.”

“Absolutely not!” Chuuya argued. “No cleaning will get done if you’re in there.”

“What if I promise to behave?” Chuuya gave an amused huff.

“Ha! I don’t think you know what that word means.” Chuuya halfheartedly tried to pull himself from Dazai’s clingy grasp.

“But I just want to give my dog a bath, is that so bad?” Dazai pouted.

“I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING DOG!”

Needless to say, Dazai did end up in the shower with Chuuya, and Chuuya was right, nothing productive got done aside from the discovery that while he always thought shower sex was far too difficult to achieve, he enjoyed it quite a lot.

#Bungo stray dogs #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai

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Talk Is Cheap, Roses Are Beautiful (Part 1 of 2)

Words: 3.8k

Rating: M(ish)

Warnings: Chuuya typical swearing, Some Spiciness at the end but nothing explicit

A/N: this took way too long to write but here we go! The second part will be all the fun smut that didn’t make it into this chapter, so if you’re not one for NSFW content, this chapter is the safer one and can be read on its own.

Summary: Dazai has a game he’d like to play with His favorite executive, and maybe some things he’d like to say too.

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“So Boring.” Dazai whined as he reclined back against the office couch, hands cupped over a set of large black headphones on either ear, listening to what the rest of his coworkers couldn’t even guess.

“If you’re so bored, Dazai,” Kunikida shouted from across the room at his desk. “Then maybe you should consider actually getting some work done instead of lounging around like a lazy lout!”

Dazai ignored him, favoring more to focus on what he was listening to. As far as anyone was concerned, he was probably listening to music, or something of the sort, but in truth, the sounds berating Dazai’s ear drums right now were far less entertaining than a random radio station. Port Mafia meetings were SO BORING! Dazai didn’t miss them, they dragged on and on through sister factions, supply chains and intel gathering, all things that Dazai didn’t particularly care about.

Then why, you may ask, had Dazai placed a wire tap in the main meeting room of the Port Mafia? Well that was easy, because you see, a certain firey red head was present during this meeting, as was required of all Port Mafia executives, and Dazai may or may not have planned a little surprise for his favorite slug, and he was desperate to hear his reaction.

“And what of the branch in Poland?” Mori’s voice rang through Dazai headphones.

“Production is progressing as planned, sir.” Higuchi responded. “By next week I expect we’ll be ahead of schedule.”

Well that wouldn’t do, Dazai would have to find a reason to schedule a trip to Poland. Priorities for later though, it was about time for his little surprise to show up.

“Very good, and what about—“ Mori’s voice cut off at the sound of a knock at the door, the indicator of fun to come. The sound of the door opening rang through the headphones as foot steps entered the room.

“Sorry for the interruption sir,” An unfamiliar voice squeaked, they must be new. “But I have a delivery for Executive Nakahara.”

Bingo.

“From who?” Chuuya’s voice finally came over the headphones, Dazai was wondering when he’d finally speak.

“I’m unsure, sir. The delivery was anonymous, it requires your signature though.” Dazai recognized the vague sounds of a pen scratching on paper, indicative of Chuuya accepting the delivery. “Very good sir, I’ll bring it right in.”

Three… two… one… Dazai was giddy in his seat.

“The hell is this?!” Chuuya exclaimed, almost loud enough to make Dazai have to pull the headphones from his ears. He struggled to suppress this giggles at chuuya’s response, it was exactly what he was hoping for.

Kouyou’s laughter soon filled the space. “Well, well it seems our little Chuuya has quite the secret admirer.” She said between giggles.

Dazai only wished he’d had a video feed too, oh to see Chuuya’s face at what was surely sitting in front of him right now. A bouquet of roses, the brightest red Dazai could find. Stage one of his game, his masterful plan to get all of his favorite reactions out of his tiny slug.

“My, my, Chuuya, it seems you’ve had quite the effect on someone. Is there a note?” Mori asked, also sounding equally as amused.

Dazai couldn’t risk leaving a note. Knowing Chuuya he’d recognize Dazai’s cadence or handwriting anywhere, and would be able to piece it together that the flowers were from him, and that would end the game far too soon.

Getting Chuuya angry was one thing, it was fun but the effects faded quickly, far too quickly for Dazai’s liking, but get him flustered and that could last hours, not to mention a few ulterior motives Dazai may have had for choosing that specific gift, far more entertaining on a boring Monday morning.

He heard Chuuya sputter out a few incoherent sounds before he finally choked out. “No, nothing, just flowers.” He could imagine the look on Chuuya’s face so well, his cheeks would be the perfect shade of red, probably enough to match the roses, his blue ocean eyes blown out wide. His back would be perfectly straight as he tried to process what was in front of him, possibly his shoulders hiked up to his ears. Dazai regretted not planting a camera.

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Hacking into Chuuya’s security system was easy enough, no matter how many times he changed the password, his dog would always be predictable. So it was no problem stalling his security cameras just long enough for Dazai to make his way up to Chuuya’s apartment, just long enough to install a few audio taps, and just long enough to leave another bouquet of flowers, this time an attractive bunch of red camellias.

Dazai sat relaxed in his dorm, headphones pressed tightly to his ears as he waited for the tell tale signs of Chuuya arriving home. With what Dazai pulled the day before, with those roses, he expected Chuuya’a reaction to this gift to be just as good.

He didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door, a heavy sigh indicating a long day at work and probably a desire for bed. The footsteps only got heavier and heavier as Dazai imagined Chuuya finally seeing what lay in front of his entry way.

“What the fuck?” Chuuya sounded exasperated. Dazai could practically see his reaction, confused but intrigued look on his cute face, eyebrows probably pushed together like they always did when he was thinking about something too hard. He heard the sound of Chuuya picking the bouquet up, the crinkle of plastic in his hands. He imagined he was searching for a note, one that once again would not be there. “For fuck’s sake, leave a damned note.”

“But that would ruin the game, mon slug.” Dazai said only to himself. Chuuya would recognize his handwriting immediately, and it was far to early to end the game yet, after all, Dazai was only just beginning, he still had another piece of his plan.

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Chuuya was startled at the announcement he had a delivery. A delivery of what? He hadn’t ordered anything, and certainly not anything that would be delivered right in the middle of a meeting.

“From who?” He asked the delivery boy, who nearly trembled when addressing the executive directly.

“I’m unsure, sir,” He choked out. “The delivery was anonymous, it requires your signature though.” the boy’s hands shook as he handed Chuuya a clip board and a pen, which he readily signed his name on before the boy disappeared through the door once again, only to re-emerge with the largest bouquet of red roses Chuuya had ever seen in his life.

“The hell is this?!” He exclaimed as the bouquet was handed to him, his eyes wide at the unexpected gift.

“Well, well, it seems our little Chuuya has quite the secret admirer.” Kouyou teased, to which Chuuya sent her a glare that had she been anyone else, would have shut them up and possibly even encouraged them to leave, but this was Kouyou, and she only giggled harder at his flustered look.

The roses were beautiful, each one perfectly shaped, the brightest red Chuuya had ever seen, the petals were silky and lush, it was clear a lot of care had gone into crafting the bouquet.

“My, my, Chuuya, it seems you’ve had quite the effect on someone. Is there a note?” Chuuya was already searching for a slip of paper, anything to indicate who the flowers were from. Who the hell sends flowers and doesn’t say who they are, doesn’t even attach a little note like “From your secret admirer” or some shit like that. It was just flowers, no note, no indication of the sender, and Chuuya’s face was far too hot for his liking, and it remained that way for the rest of the meeting.

Flowers during the middle of a meeting was one thing, but somehow dodging his security cameras to leave yet another bouquet of flowers at his door was something else entirely. The bouquet of red camellias stared at him from the floor just before his door, like they were laughing at him. They mocked him as he plucked them from their resting place.

“What the fuck?” Chuuya hissed. “At least leave a note or something.” He did like camellias though, they weren’t his favorite flower, but they were beautiful, and the red ones were particularly difficult to get, especially in Japan. Whoever this mystery person was, was really putting in the work, Chuuya was honestly pretty impressed.

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Chuuya was already expecting the next gift; two bouquets in a row? That ment a third was on its way. However, it had been a week and there had been nothing. He’d spend the better part of the last seven days obsessing over one) who would be brave enough to try and send such a direct message to a Port Mafia executive and two) when was it going to happen next.

Well seven days after the initial bouquet of roses, Chuuya got the answer to one of those questions, and this by far was the most unexpected gift of them all.

He was just starting to lose hope, maybe two was the magic number, and his secret admirer was done, which despite the obvious peace and quiet that would eventually bring, also made Chuuya a little disappointed, the flowers were beautiful and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a soft spot for them and the effort someone was putting in to get them to him. He was just coming to terms with this new revelation when he walked into his office that morning, coat held by one hand over his shoulder and a tired yawn escaping his lips as he crossed the threshold of his doorway, it was far too early and he’d hardly slept the night before.

However, when he spotted what was so delicately placed on his desk after he walked in, he certainly was awake now. It wasn’t a bouquet, instead it was a single flower, a beautiful vibrant red Tulip, just one, laid delicately across his desk, a matching red bow tied around the stem. Chuuya nearly dropped his jacket at the sight, just staring at the flower for what felt like hours.

Having a bouquet delivered to his work and leaving another bouquet at his door was one thing, but breaking into his office, without being caught on either cameras or by security, in the office building of the most dangerous organization in Yokohama, just to leave one singular flower, that was another thing entirely. It was at that point Chuuya began to have suspicions, maybe this secret admirer wasn’t as secret as he thought.

A plan of his own began to form as Chuuya sat at his desk, twirling the single tulip between his fingers. If this was who he thought it was, and he was pretty certain he was right, then there was certainly an end goal to be reached, a message to be delivered, if only he could communicate through actual words instead of bombarding Chuuya was flowers, not that Chuuya minded them, though he’d never confess that out loud.

Chuuya spent a good hour and a half of that morning researching flowers and their meanings. Dazai wasn’t one to pick a flower just because it was pretty, he never did anything that wasn’t deliberate. Red roses - love and passion, red camellias - romance, and red tulips - lust. Flowers certainly wasn’t the way Chuuya was expecting Dazai to say it, but he had to commend his creativity.

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Dazai would admit, perhaps the tulip left in Chuuya’s office was a little on the nose, certainly his favorite mafioso would begin to suspect him now, but would he be able to connect the dots behind Dazai’s reasoning? Being familiar with Chuuya’s critical thinking skills, Dazai wasn’t very hopeful. He sighed as he reclined back in his seat, a pile of paperwork still left sitting untouched on his desk.

“Everything okay, Dazai?” Atsushi’s voice broke through Dazai’s thoughts. He turned to look at the boy, who sat beside him, a mildly concerned, mildly curious look on his young face. Dazai gave a small smile.

“Just waiting to see how a plan turned out.”

“What plan?” The boy tiger inquired.

“Getting a message across to someone who’s ability to grasp hints is severely impaired.” At his words there was a knock on the agency’s door, to which Naomi got up to answer.

“I have a delivery for a mister… Dazai Osamu.”

“For me?” Dazai questioned as the delivery boy approached him.

“Yes sir, if you could please sign here.” The boy said before handing Dazai a clipboard and a pen. He signed, the delivery boy taking the clipboard back and exchanging it with a long thin box, sure enough it was addressed to Dazai.

“What is it?” Atsushi asked, leaning over Dazai’s shoulder to peak at the gift.

“Maybe someone’s been kind enough to send a bomb and finally kill me.” Dazai only jested. He saw Atsushi shy away only slightly, but it was clear he had the entire rooms attention. Without another word he popped the seal on the box, tilting the parcel over to slide out a long wooden case. The wood was fine, a brilliant cherry wood, varnished beautifully and clearly expensive. There were no engravings or anything to indicate who the case was from. The case was held shut by a single clasp, which Dazai easily popped open, opening the wooden box to reveal a single beautiful red rose, the stem was held in a delicate satin bed, the petals carefully placed in the box to ensure they wouldn’t be crushed with the case’s closure.

“It’s beautiful.” Atsushi described in awe.

“Who the hell would send you something like this?” Kunikida inquired, the entirety of the office echoing the same question, albeit silently.

Tied to the stem of the rose was a delicate ribbon, and tied to the end of the ribbon was a single note, and upon reading it, Dazai could only smile.

It seems someone has discovered the game.

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Chuuya was exhausted, he’d spent the day putting out fire after fire, first there was an issue with a supply chain at the other side of town that he had to sort out, which resulted in more murder than he was planning on today, one of their warehouses on the East side of town had been broken into and of course he had to deal with that, and then as icing on the cake he arrived back at the office only to find a mountain of paperwork on his desk, which he got through, albeit begrudgingly. He was determined to throw his phone out the window if it rang one more time today.

The click of his door unlocking was a welcome sound, he was beyond ready for a shower and bed. His apartment was dark as he walked in, just as he’d left it, although something felt off.

Turning on his light, chuuya was greeted with a surprising sight. A fresh vase of flowers perched perfectly on his bar, the flowers a combination of red roses, camellias and tulips, a delicate satin bow wrapped around the glass neck, and one of his favorite chokers clasped above it.

“My dog is quite rude.” Chuuya spun to only be greeted by the image of a certain mackerel lounging on his sofa, his tan coat hanging on the rack by the door. Chuuya felt the familiar heat of rage building inside his chest.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop breaking into my apartment!?” Chuuya shouted, angrily tossing his coat onto the coat rack along side Dazai’s.

“I mean honestly, is this any way to speak to your master?” Dazai held up a familiar white note, one Chuuya distinctly remembered tying to the rose he’d sent to the agency. It read ‘stupid mackerel’.

“It’s called leaving a note, something you should do when sending someone flowers.” Chuuya crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his hip out as he eyed his uninvited guest, who despite his show of anger, the mafia executive was not surprised to see here. He knew what he was doing the second he sent that rose.

“But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun! The whole intention was to play a game of fetch, and my dog did so well despite being and idiot.” Dazai teased, pulling out a familiar rose and holding it out in front of him.

“I’M NOT YOUR DOG!” Chuuya barked. Dazai smiled as he stood from his seat, rose being laid gently on the coffee table before the detective approached. Suddenly the air got far to serious for Chuuya’s liking, Dazai’s expression switching from teasing to affectionate. It was quiet for a moment before Chuuya spoke up. “You could have just communicated normally you know.”

“And what’s the fun in that? I wanted to make you work.”

“Bastard.”

“Did you learn a lot about flowers?”

“More than I thought I ever wanted to.” Dazai’s hands were on his hips in a second, his grip was tight but loose enough that he was still giving Chuuya an out if he wanted it.

“And what did you learn from the ones I sent?” He was closer now, close enough that Chuuya could feel his words on his skin, his breath on his flesh. The grip on his hips burned and the feeling in his chest became all consuming. It wasn’t anger anymore, but a burning ache that seemed to pull him forward, just a few inches was all it would take.

“I learned that you’re an idiot.” He said finally, and closed the distance. The kiss was chaste at first, just a simple press of lips, then Dazai’s grip on his hips tightened and his own hands found their way to the collar of Dazai’s shirt, pulling him infinitely closer.

Chuuya found his back against the wall and his fingers tangled in Dazai’s hair before he knew it. Dazai’s hands trailed up his sides, their touch hot irons even through his clothes. If someone had told him when they were 15 that one day he’d have this man’s tongue in his mouth and hands on his body he’d have punted them halfway across the city, but here he was, desperately trying to memorize Dazai’s taste.

He wasn’t sure when the feelings started, probably sometime around 17. After Dazai left he thought they’d just go away with time, that he’d heal and close that door behind him, but the second that bandaged asshole walked back into his life that door swung right back open.

Dazai trailed his lips down Chuuya’s throat, nipping at his tender flesh, placing claiming marks in places he knew would be difficult to cover, not that Chuuya particularly cared right now. His head knocked against the hard wall as Dazai bit down between where his shoulder met his neck, a harsh bite, prying noises that had Chuuya been more lucid, he would have been embarrassed about.

He tangled his fingers in brunette waves, yanking hard enough to draw a gasp from Dazai’s lips before they were once again occupied with Chuuya’s own. He let Dazai explore his mouth, let him pull him closer, reveled in the way his bandaged arms wrapped around him. He gave another harsh tug to his hair, drawing out another gasp. Breaking the kiss, Chuuya set to work placing his own marks on the flesh of Dazai’s throat that he could access. He bit down hard on the skin just above his bandages, drawing damn near the most seductive moan out of the man before him that he’d ever heard. That would be a fun mark to explain to the armed detective agency.

“Have fun explaining that to glasses tomorrow.” Chuuya said as he laved the mark with his tongue. He could hear Dazai’s amused smile as he spoke.

“I’ll tell him the truth. My dog bit me.” Chuuya bit him again, this time significantly harder, drawing the slightest hiss from Dazai’s lips as he abused his tender skin.

Chuuya shoved Dazai over to the couch, toppling him down onto the cushion before climbing into his lap, Dazai’s hands once again finding his hips as he forced him down onto his lap. A tiny thrust up from Dazai pulled a moan from both of them before Chuuya once again set to work memorizing the inside of Dazai’s mouth with his tongue. Dazai’s hands were at the buttons of Chuuya’s vest, nimbly working to rid him of the offending garment, which he proceeded to throw across the room once it was removed before yanking Chuuya’s shirt up, untucking it so he could slide his hands under it and flatten them against Chuuya’s back, shifting him closer and providing a roll of his hips once more.

Dazai’s fingers were cold as he moved from Chuuya’s back to his stomach, tracing up to his chest. Chuuya ground down against Dazai below him, swallowing his moan. The wash of no longer human across his skin, down to his bones, the constant buzz of for the tainted sorrow quietted, his mind was fuzzy with nothing but Dazai and getting closer, getting more of him, tasting him, devouring him whole, and Chuuya imagined Dazai was having the same thoughts. He could feel Dazai hard beneath him, he was in no better state, his tight pants a little too tight as he rolled his hips once more. Then it happened.

Buzz…buzz…buzz

Everything halted. It was Chuuya’s phone, which prompted Dazai to remove his hands from inside Chuuya’s shirt and grab it from his back pocket before Chuuya could react.

“Have a boyfriend I should know about?” Dazai teased as he held the phone out of Chuuya’s reach, letting it ring.

“Shut the fuck up and give me my phone!” Chuuya barked back, finally snaching the phone from Dazai’s grasp just in time to answer it. “This is Executive Nakahara.”

“Executive Nakahara, so professional.” Dazai murmured as he set his attention on placing more marks on Chuuya’s neck as he listened to the phone call. Chuuya landed a well placed punch Dazai’s shoulder in response, not that it did much to deter the man.

“Yes boss, of course.” Chuuya answered, choking back a moan when Dazai rolled his hips up once again, paired with a harsh suck to the sensitive area just below his ear. “Y-yes I can be there in 20 minutes.”

“No you can’t.” Dazai mumbled against his skin.

“Yes sir.” Chuuya finishes before hanging up the phone. He tosses it onto the couch beside them as Dazai hugs him closer.

“Absolutely not.” Dazai says sourly. He trails gentle kisses up Chuuya’s neck as his arms tighten around his middle. Chuuya’s hands find his shoulders, trailing up his neck and into his hair. “You’re staying right here, we’re not done.”

“You know I have to go, Dazai.” He doesn’t try to pull away yet though.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do,” Chuuya waited for an answer, when it didn’t come, he continued. “Osamu.” He said into his ear. He rarely called Dazai by his first name, even after so many years, he only used it when he needed to. And here, he knew he needed to. He needed to convey that this wasn’t just a fluke, that when he left he would be coming back and had every intention of picking up exactly where they left off. Dazai met his eyes, and in that moment Chuuya realized how much he liked being able to see both of them, his hand came to rest on his cheek, thumb stroking the skin under the eye he used to keep covered. He leaned down and connected their lips one more time, the kiss was sweet, it was gentle. “Rain check.”

“Promise?” Dazai whispered against his lips.

“Yes.”

“Good, because I can’t have my dog running away you know, maybe I should get you microchipped.” Chuuya stood abruptly.

“YOU MOTHERFU— I’M NOT YOUR DOG!”

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